To the members of the demon race, they didn't fear those who were powerful. Because, from the moment they were born, they had a sacred eye which enabled them to communicate with Heaven and Earth.
With the demon eye, their powers were immense and their ability to grasp knowledge was uncanny.
To them, this was a form of pride. However, behind this pride lay a slow transfer of knowledge.
The demon race was extremely gifted. However, their reproduction abilities were extremely weak. Among ten humans, nine can give birth to a child. However, it wasn't the same for the demon race.
Among ten demons, at the very most, only one could give birth.
This caused the demon race to be unable to possess power in numbers like the human race did.
However, despite that, using their gift and ability that greatly exceeded that of the human race, they occupied an immensely important position in this world.
A demon's pride originated from his natural talent.
However, when a human possessing even greater natural talents stood in front of them, from certain points of view, it indeed went against the laws of nature.
They wouldn't even take a second glance towards a powerful human of the Supernatural State.
However, when a human who was only of the Heavenly Reflection State had powers that almost exceeded that of the Supernatural State, that was a completely different concept altogether.
A person who was only fifteen or sixteen years of age had defeated the wind valley of the Southern Mountain Range, one that hadn't been defeated for hundreds of years. His intellect and familiarity with stratagems and formations had already reached such a stage.
How could they not feel any shock!
At the instant six silver rays of light descended from the sky, the six demons raised the swords in their hands. There was a solemn look in their eyes. That was a look that represented their seriousness.
"Boom boom boom…"
Six resounding explosions rang out from the two walls of the wind valley as countless snow-white frost fell from above, causing the ground of the wind valley to shake slightly.
Everybody's gaze landed on the six silver rays of light.
The military commanders, the forty thousand soldiers, the remaining scholars, Wu Feng, Chen Feiyu, the five hundred Silver Horned Wolves behind Teng Shi Sheng.
Not a single one of them was staring elsewhere other than the six silver rays.
At this moment, in their hearts, there was only one thought.
Power!
But, how can they be so strong?!
Fang Zhengzhi's abilities were of the Heavenly Reflection State. This was an undeniable fact. However, Fang Zhengzhi of the Heavenly Reflection State had forcefully held back the six demons of the Supernatural State.
Even though they were only held back for a moment, it was already extremely impressive.
The frost continued to fall. The figures of the six demons of the Supernatural State were finally revealed amidst the white frost. The clothes on their bodies were somewhat tattered and cuts and wounds were clearly visible on their bodies.
The looks in their eyes appeared extremely stunned. This also represented that under a six-versus-one situation, they were injured by a silver ray that was split into six!
"Fang Zhengzhi! I will remember this, I only wish that the next time we meet, you can remain alive!" A demon spoke and raised his hand. The skin mask on his face was removed, revealing a sparkling demon eye.
This was a challenge.
However, this time, Fang Zhengzhi didn't speak. He didn't even reply a single word.
Because…
He saw a ray of light.
Compared to the ray of light from his previous strike, this ray was red in colour. It was blood-red, translucent yet shiny. It landed from the sky as thin as the wings of a cicada.
If it was said that Fang Zhengzhi's previous sword contained a demonic killing intent, then, this ray of light contained a chilliness that seemed to have originated from hell.
When Teng Shisheng and the five hundred Silver Horned Wolves saw this ray of light, there was an evident shock in their eyes. Because, this ray of light clearly didn't originate from Fang Zhengzhi.
Instead, it shot towards the six demons!
Who is it?!
This was what Teng Shisheng and the rest thought. However, it wasn't what Wu Feng, Chen Feiyu and the rest of the scholars thought. Because, once that beam of light lit up, they all knew who had arrived!
At this moment, the six demons had also noticed the red beam of light speeding towards them.
They were already injured after receiving Fang Zhengzhi's attack. Initially, they thought that everything should have ended. However, in reality, it seemed that things had only just begun.
"Psst!"
There wasn't a resounding boom. Because, when the red beam landed on the bodies of the six demons, it didn't explode. Instead, it congregated together like a fissure without disappearing nor splitting apart.
A few broken swords flew up. At the same time, there were two arms.
More importantly, a few cracks were made on the walls of the wind valley. Those cracks seemed to be exactly under the areas on which the six demons stood.
Hence…
The six demons who had initially already climbed up the mountain walls fell back down. They fell among countless soldiers with their bows drawn and riding on Silver Horned Wolves.
At the same time, a figure slowly appeared on top of the area where the six demons initially stood on the mountain wall.
He wore a faint black robe and slowly waved the paper fan in his hands which was filled with illustrations of the mountains and the rivers. During this time when it was approaching the season of winter, it seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Fang Zhengzhi was actually really tempted to ask.
"Yan Xiu, are you cold?"
However, in reality, Yan Xiu's expression clearly didn't look as if he would reply this question. That was an icy cold expression. However, within the coldness, there was a sense trace of arrogance.
Fang Zhengzhi clearly knew what Yan Xiu was thinking. All he did was give him a present when they met, after which, ask for gratitude in return.
It was just preventing the escape of a few demons, is this even necessary?
Without his initial attack, could Yan Xiu take down these six demons as smoothly?
Fang Zhengzhi didn't voice these out. Because, in his heart, what he wanted to say the most was: "I knew that you will definitely come to the Icy Monkey Settlement to unite with me!"
"Charge!"
"Everybody charge, take down the demon race!"
"We must not let them run!"
When the military commanders saw Yan Xiu, it was somewhat impossible if it was said that they weren't the slightest bit shocked. However, what they wanted to do more was to take down the six injured demons.
After all, this was what they needed to do.
As for…
Relationships and snuggling around, that was a form of fortune that only scholars could enjoy. To these people from military backgrounds, it was clearly not very suitable.
"Yan Xiu!" Wu Feng gazed towards the figure on the mountain walls and gradually put down the jade flute in his hands. Bitterness and desolation was evident in his eyes.
During the theory examination, Yan Xiu had obtained third place and stepped over his head.
This was already somewhat that caused him to feel extremely bitter. Hence, during the combat examination, he paid very close attention to Yan Xiu's movements. The six thousand troops moved everywhere. They never settled.
Wu Feng knew these. Hence, he had initially assumed that he would definitely surpass Yan Xiu in the combat examination. Because, during that time, he would have already occupied two territories and possessed two armies of soldiers.
However, in the blink of an eye.
When they met again, he had already become an eliminated scholar. Furthermore, he had almost been assassinated by the demon race in such an unbearable manner.
And when he looked at Yan Xiu?
He was standing on the cliff wall, waving his paper fan slowly. With one strike, he caused the six demons who were initially about to escape to fall onto the ground. How could Wu Feng be happy when met with that superior sense of coldness?
Compared to Wu Feng's dissatisfaction, Chen Feiyu clearly took more initiative.
Before this, he had never understood the reason behind why Fang Zhengzhi shot an arrow towards him. However, when Wu Feng tore off Young Master Li's skin mask, he was completely enlightened.
However…
He wasn't Wu Feng. He didn't understand the Dao of music, hence, he naturally couldn't make himself useful.
However, everything was different now. The six demons had been taken down by Yan Xiu. Hence, if he didn't take his revenge now, he would really not be Chen Feiyu anymore.
Chen Feiyu pounced forwards.
He felt that this was the true opportunity for him to rise to fame. He decided to fight the six of them at one go, then, demonstrate to everyone the power of his Supernatural State. This will make them deeply understand one thing…
Chen Feiyu had reached the Supernatural State!
Fang Zhengzhi didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Chen Feiyu. Instead, he slowly kept the sword in his hand back into his robe, then, waved his hands towards Yan Xiu, who was standing on the mountain wall.
The fate of the six demons naturally didn't need any further elaboration.
They were indeed of the Supernatural State. However, when they were forced out of the wind valley by the combined power of the scholars and landed in the middle of the combined assault of almost a thousand soldiers, they were clearly unable to escape as easily as before.
Most important, Teng Shisheng and the rest also participated in this battle. Because, the warriors of the Southern Mountain Range had to take revenge for fellow Southern Mountain Range warriors.
Chen Feiyu of the Supernatural State, in addition to Teng Shisheng of the Supernatural State, the large group of scholars, five hundred Silver Horned Wolves and over forty thousand soldiers. The outcome of this battle was already predetermined.
Without much further ado, the six demons were taken down. After taking one final stare towards Fang Zhengzhi, the six demons exchanged glances.
They preserved their last possible bit of pride.
Suicide!
Chen Feiyu laughed. Because, he felt that his performance was rather impressive. However, he didn't hear the congratulatory cries from the surrounding scholars.
"What is it now?" Chen Feiyu was somewhat confused. He wanted to ask, is everybody here blind? Don't tell me that you didn't notice my powers are already completely different from the past?
However, in reality, there was really not a single person who praised him.
Or, it could be said that nobody paid too much attention to him.
The reason behind this was very simple. When a group of people surrounded six demons and fought with all their powers, who would be so free as to pay attention to what techniques others were using?
There was only one thing on everybody's minds. That was, what technique I should use!
The wind slowly began to blow.
Because, after the bodies of the six demons were moved, the forty over thousand soldiers slowly exitted the wind valley and walked towards a huge fortress rooted to the ground.
That was the Icy Monkey Settlement, one of the Southern Mountain Range's six main settlements.
Gigantic, snow-white rocks filled the scenery, just like the frost on the two cliffs of the wind valley, encompassing a chilliness that troubled people's hearts.
A huge black cloud slowly pressed down towards the Icy Monkey Settlement.
In front of this black cloud, there were two people. Two people who journeyed shoulder to shoulder. One was wearing a leopard skin robe, while the other wore a faint black robe.
Fang Zhengzhi didn't ask Yan Xiu why he came. Because, he knew that once news of his intention to attack the Icy Monkey Settlement was spread, Yan Xiu would definitely come.
Except, he had never imagined that Yan Xiu would come at such a right time.
Time flowed slowly.
The black cloud slowly began to stop.
A dull sound finally came from the main gate of the Icy Monkey Settlement. The massive gate opened gradually. However, after the gate was completely opened, there wasn't much soldiers coming out of it.
Or, it could also be said that…
There simply wasn't any soldiers.
Undoubtedly, this wasn't something very normal. Because, when faced with the force of an army, there were usually two methods. One was defense, while the other was offense.
Why would a defender open the main gate? Since the main gate was opened, that meant that they wished to face the enemy. Hence, under such circumstances, how could there not be a single soldier?
Was this the stratagem of the empty city?
Wu Feng glanced at the completely empty gate, and then glanced towards Fang Zhengzhi who was standing not too far away. Because, his memory of this scene was really too vivid.
Faced with Nangong Hao's empty city stratagem, what would Fang Zhengzhi do?
This was Wu Feng's instinctive thought. Because, he really wanted to know what would Fang Zhengzhi do when he met with a situation similar to that of his own.
However, in reality, when Fang Zhengzhi saw the main gate of the Icy Monkey Settlement open, his expression didn't even change much. Instead, he quietly observed the main gate.
Finally…
The opening sound of the main gate stopped.
Closely following which, a figure slowly appeared at the main gate.
A youth dressed in a white scholarly robe whose expression didn't look too cold. However, it didn't seem too casual either. It was a form of brightness, one that shone as bright as a halo.
Obviously, the figure at the gate was Nangong Hao.
However, when the scholars saw Nangong Hao, their expressions clearly froze for a moment. Because, today, Nangong Hao indeed appeared somewhat strange.
This strangeness didn't originate from the expression on Nangong Hao's face. Instead, it was because there was no horse below Nangong Hao. Instead, he stood quietly on the ground.
Then, Nangong Hao moved.
Step by step, he walked over from the main gate of the Icy Monkey Settlement. His expression appeared extremely calm, as calm as a jade green lake.
However, the expressions of the scholars couldn't remain calm.
Because, they felt that if they were Nangong Hao, they would definitely not be as calm as he was now. At the very least, when faced with almost fifty thousand soldiers, they could never be as calm.
There was obviously nobody behind Nangong Hao.
Not a single person.
However, behind Nangong Hao's back, there was a sword. A sword that was slung horizontally across his body. The hilt of the sword was white. It was a shade of white that was as white as the snow.
The scabbard was also white.
However, compared to the hilt of the sword, the white of the scabbard was even more crystalline. It was a shade of white that was like that of ice. It was an extremely transparent white, and was extremely dazzling.
"We finally meet." Nangong Hao looked towards Fang Zhengzhi, who stood in front of the army, and then looked at Yan Xiu, who stood shoulder to shoulder beside Fang Zhengzhi, and greeted them calmly.